Edna was enchanted by the beauty of those gleaming golden irises.
It was like the sun she always coveted.
Although their lips were separated by a palm, Edna could feel what her master was doing. The roaring heat slipped between her fingers and finally touched her lips.
Edna's legs became very weak. She almost fell to the floor if her master didn't hold her waist to keep her standing.
Something hard then touched her stomach. The beaming heat from Maximilian enveloped Edna, making it difficult for the girl to escape.
"What's your real name?" asked the man between his caresses on Edna's palms.
"E… Eden, Sir," Edna answered breathlessly.
Edna bit her lip as Maximillian's hot, big hands slipped into her drenched shirt. She held the bandages on her chest, but the man tore them off quickly.
Edna had been playing with fire for a long time, just waiting for the time to burn her completely, and she felt that night, she had gone too far.
